It becomes Narnia-esque and fragile and bright and fairytale, like being inside a snow-globe for a day.

I'm not sure if it's going to happen this year, and for those in the Southern Hemisphere, I think snow on Christmas Day would be a definite sign that the world's weather systems were in complete revolt!

But in Scotland, there is always a good chance that a flurry of snow will come to bless Christmas.

I've been obsessed with winter-wonderland images on Pinterest- check out my Winterland board for inspiration:

I love the etched-out impression of this photograph almost more than the real life perfection of the room. It seems to transcend itself somehow; ghostly and ethereal and not really there.

By the time I got to the Queen's Grand Apartment, I wasn't sure how much more decadence and gold I could take. I would struggle to sleep in that bed with those ornate drapes and reflections of grandeur.

Luckily, I don't have to.

This is the view of the gardens from one of the rooms in the Palace. It was nice to be inside looking out at the fairy tale snow at this point, rather than stood in the freezing slush.

The day I visited, it was my birthday, and I loved that it was such a bright and beautiful day.